Last Post for the Beagle

Molly returned home this morning for the last time. Her ashes are in a tiny wooden box (about the size of your average music box actually), which is padlocked shut.

As I drove home to Quincy with this box riding shotgun, I couldn't help but wonder: what the hell am I going to do with it? Setting up some sort of shrine with the box as centerpiece seems...creepy. Perhaps I could leave it on the coffee table? That would be a nice conversation starter....

Decisions, decisions.